I worked for an outbound call center that aggressively slammed real estate agents on marketing products.
Every morning at 6am we had a team meeting with about 40 people all standing around our cubicles.
One particular morning my manager, a 5'8" has been football player whose head connected directly with his shoulders yells at me in a very Vin Diesel "Boiler Room" Moment, "Davis, what the hell are you wearing!? You have f***** us all. We are going to have a terrible day in sales!"
I was silent and thought he was merely being rhetorical, he yells again demanding, "what the hell is on that shirt!?
I respond, "it's a sesame street shirt, you know, big bird, Elmo, Grover, Burt, Ernie."
He yells, "F***!" and shakes his head in disgust.
That day was in fact one terrible day in sales. Later that night I get a call on my phone with a message from my boss, "Thanks for F****** us today with your G** A** shirt, you are never allowed to wear that S*** again"
I showed up the next day with a purple, pink and blue pattern flannel looking shirt that he hated even more!